Today I was coming back from the gymnasium in front of my apartment inside the gated community. Suddenly a gush of cold air whacked me. I decided to stop and sit still by the side of the lush green lawn.
While I was enjoying the eye-soothing greenery of the lawn I remembered my school days. I remembered the little me standing on the huge football ground in my school. I remembered the the heat, the rain, the way we used to have 'sliding tackle' on a rainy day ending up being clad in a layer of mud we regretted later. The petrichor, the sweats or the immense dedication for winning over other sections.
Suddenly I realized something. I realized that although I have came a long way down the line, I have left some part of my soul in the fields where my childhood was spent. I have been in several countries, visited several beautiful places, worked in a big multinational company, studied in world class universities, but those memories of my childhood are priceless. I feel cursed to not be able to live those moments again, smell the soil and breath in the air of my alma matter in the same way I used to do as a kid.
Narendrapur, I still love you!